Ice Cube - Jackin For Beats lyrics

[Intro] Wait a minute, hold on, get your a** up Wha**up n***a? Get over there... sh** Ya lil punk a** n***a C'mere, c'mere, c'mere boy God damnit you stop that sh** now Take him to jail and get him the hell from in front of this house Now wait a minute, wait a minute, hey man Wha**up? Wait a minute? There are police, go! [Verse 1] Give me that beat, fool, it's a full time jack move Chilly Chill, yo homie make the track move And I'll jack any Tom, Dick and Hank That's the name of the su*kERS I done ganked I get away from a copper Drop a dime, I'll break you off somethin proper With the L-E-N-C-H-M-O-B T-Bone and that's J-Dee And here's how we'll greet ya Stop fool, come off that beat ya Feel dumb cause you're caught in the dark (ya lil nuttin a** mark) Raise up, cause you can't' have it back You said - "I ain't never got gaffled like that" Off the end of the gat you choke Short Dog's in the house - "Whattup loc?" Nuttin but a come up Gimme that ba**, and don't try to run up Cause you'll get banked somethin sweet Ice Cube and the Lench Mob, is jackin for beats [Verse 2] Huh, and even if you're down with my crew *Yo Chuck man, I don't understand this man You got to slow down* I jack them too And then we'll freak it Kick that ba**, and look what we did Fade the grade, played, and made a few mil And I keep stealin Ice Cube'll make it funky But right about now - *let's get up in the hump* But I don't party and shake my bu*t I leave that to the brothers with the funny haircuts And it'll drive you nuts Steal your beat, and give it that gangsta touch Like jackin and mackin Say hi to the three fifty-seven I'm packin And it sounds so sweet Ice Cube and the Lench Mob, is jackin for beats [Verse 3] Ice Cube, will take a funky beat and reshape it Locate a dope break, and then I break it And give it that gangsta lean Dead in your face as I turn up the ba** I make punk s**ers run and duck because I don't try to hide cause you know that I love to Jack a fool for his beat and then I'm outtie So when I come to your town don't crowd me Cause I know, you're gonna wanna kick it with me But I know, none of y'all can get with me So you think you're protected Well you are til you put a funky beat on a record Then I have to show and prove and use your groove Cause s**ers can't fade the Cube And if I jack you and you keep comin I'll have you marks a 100 Miles and Running! *stop stop stop stop stop! Sa-prize, n***as*